This is just Sufjan playing out some sick fantasy where he breaks free and becomes the agent of God he always wanted to be. But it's not true. He's just finally gone the whole hog and cracked completely. It's kind of pathetic, actually.

Whatever. Go get your kicks somewhere else, kids. Sufjan has had his Internet privileges revoked. This blog is officially dead.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Sufjan has had Umbra and I running up and down the country chasing absurd number puzzles. The very last destination was the old theatre where he first tried to kill me. Umbra and I readied ourselves and entered cautiously, prepared for a fight.

Instead, we got a beam of wood to the head.

Alright, I get it.

It was all a big gag about how I made Sufjan flit around trying to solve codes and riddles and then hit him over the head with a brick when he reached the final piece of the puzzle. I totally get it. Hilarious.

What I don't get is why I woke up in a bath full of ice water with a bandage over my lower back.

In Sufjan's old apartment.

Where Sufjan no longer lives.

Despite my initial freakout about it, I did not in fact have a kidney removed. Really, I shouldn't have worried. I would have noticed if I was missing a freaking kidney.

On the other hand, it did take me three days to notice I have no nipples.

I still haven't found Umbra, nor have I figured out what Sufjan is doing, or thinks he is. I'd almost say he's up to nothing more than what his mind now considers fun if not for the obvious planning and thematic relevance of his actions. We'll see soon.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Thursday, April 18, 2013

I really have to commend Sufjan, or whatever Sufjan has become. He's been playing Umbra and I well. Kidnapped us both, brought us back to Ireland, separated us, fucked with our heads, injured us. We're back together now, but we're warier than ever. I finally managed to contact the Church of the Last. Not the chapter where I sent Sufjan though, because their compound was burned to the ground, killing everyone inside, men, women and children, except for Sufjan. The attack was organised by a terrorist group of former Church-goers called the Wolves, aided and abetted by Sufjan – who have also all been killed, by Sufjan.

I thought he was coming after me for pure revenge, but I'm not so sure anymore. He's now had plenty of chances to kill me, but hasn't taken them. Though, I suppose I did the same thing to him, but this feels different. I'm uncertain, which is something I'm not used to. But I still have my conviction and that will ultimately allow me to triumph over him.